The Merry Mans Resolution:
OR,
His last farewel to his former acquaintance,
Declaring how hee rambled up and down
Through all the Suburbs of fair London Town
Where pretty wenches he did plenty find
But some of them agreed not with his mind,
Till at the last by chance he found out one,
Which pleasd him best, so left the rest alone
To her he then clinged close as I heard tell,
Made her his mate and bid the rest farewell.
To a gallant new Tune, called the Highlanders new Rant.
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NOw farewel to Saint Gileses,
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that standeth in the fields
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And farewel to Turnbulstreet,
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for that no comfort yeilds
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Farewel unto the Grey-hound,
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and farewel to the Bell
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And farewel to my land-lady
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whom I do love so well,
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With a come Love,
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Stay Love,
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go not from mee,
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For all the world ile forsake for thee.
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Farewel to Long-Acre
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that stands neer to the Mews
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And farewel to Drury-Lane,
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where pretty wenches use
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And farewel unto Sodom,
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and all her painted Drabs
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And farewel unto Bloomsbury,
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and all their vapouring scabs
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And come Love,
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Stay Love,
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go not from me,
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For all the world ile forsake for thee.
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Farewel to Crosse-lane
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where lives some babes of graces
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Farewel to Common-garden
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and all her wanton places,
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Farewel unto West-minster,
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and farewel to the Strand
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Where I had choice of Mopseis
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even at my own command
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Sing come Love,
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Stay Love,
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go along with me,
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For all the world ile forsake for thee.
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Farewel to the Bank-side
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farewel to Blackmans-street
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Where with my bouncing lasses,
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I oftentimes did meet,
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Farewel to Kent-street Garrison
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farewel to Horsy-down
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And all the smirking wenches
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that dwells in Redrif Town
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And come Love,
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Stay Love,
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go along with me
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For all the world ile forsake for thee.
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The second part to the same Tune.
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NOw farewel unto Wapping
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and farewel to Black-wall
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Farewel to Ratclife High-way,
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Rosemary-lane and all,
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And farewell unto Shore-ditch
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and More-fields eke also,
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Where Mobs to pick up Cullies,
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a night walking do go,
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Then come Love,
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Stay Love
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go along with me
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For all the world ile forsake for thee.
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In White-crosse-street and Golden-lane
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do straping lasses dwell
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And so there do in every street
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twixt that and Clarken-well
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At Cow-crose and Smith-field
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I have much pleasure found
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Where wenches like to Fayeries,
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did often trace the round,
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Yet come Love,
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Stay Love
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go not from me
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For all those girles ile forsake for thee
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Yet something more ile speak off.
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which seems to many strange
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Theres store of pretty wenches,
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lives neer to the Exchange
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And many more there are sure
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that dwelleth in Cheap-side
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And other streets in London
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which are both broad and wide,
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Yet come Love
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Stay Love
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go not from me
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For all those girles ile forsake for thee
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To all the Country Mopseis,
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where ever they do dwell
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In this my last conclusion
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I likewise bid farewel
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Though they were used in former time
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to come when I did cal
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I take thee for the boldest,
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and best among them all
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Then come Love,
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Stay Love
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go not from me
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For all the world ile forsake for thee.
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At Bristol and at Glocester
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I had of Loves great store,
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But now I find enough of thee
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I will desire no more,
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And what I have said to thee
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thou shalt find true and right
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Ile do thee trusty service
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at morning and at night
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Then come Love
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Stay Love,
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go not from me.
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For all the world ile forsake for thee.
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Farewel unto black patches,
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and farewell powdered locks
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And farewel Luthners Ladies
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for they have got the pox,
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Farewel the Cherry-garden
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for evermore adue
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And farewel to Spur-Alley
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and all that wanton crew
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And come Love
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Stay Love
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go not from me
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For all those girles ile forsake for thee
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